You crack the door and shuffle in
Face swollen with red blotches
You crawl into my bed
And snuggle hard, grabbing my hand to your face
Through tears, you sob
He’s dead, isn’t he?
I inhale then whisper
Why didn’t anyone tell me?
We were there with him, Mom
We held his hand and told him we loved him
I think you are asleep when
You stumble out of my bed
I’m going back to my room
I see you turn towards the guest bedroom and
Gently guide you back to your room
Where are you taking me?
Back to your room, Mom
It’s time for bed
A tight hug and you sob
What is wrong with my head?
Why don’t I know anything?
I tell you it’s okay, tuck you in, return to my room,
8 thoughts on “Night Visitor”
Your posts are real and heart felt and beautiful painful snapshots of emotion and life. Once again you bring it out in me too. You are exceptional ❤
Awww, Nikki – thank you! Miss you terribly. xoxo
Love and hugs, Lori.
Thank you, JZ. ❤
Your postings are beautiful and so tragic. Thank you for sharing your heart with us all.
One of the reasons I write is that I don’t ever want to forget these moments. As hard as they are, they also remind me of what it means to love.
I can feel her heartbreak and yours through your writing. She’s so lucky to have you. I wish I could send both of you huge hugs and ugly cry along with you.
I miss my parents every day. You’ll cherish these memories forever. Even the painful ones.
Oh, Diane. Thank you. I feel the love that you’re sending and so appreciate the reminder to cherish these memories. ❤